On consideration, it isn’t so much about being a brat. The reality is that I like being your indignant girl, your little unwilling martyr. I like letting outrage carry me through the things you do to me until it exonerates me from the shared guilt of the mess we’ve made. Until I’m pure and clean and right like a perfect little blade. It’s true: I don’t just want to play the victim, I need to be the victim.
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“The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you,“ – Richard Siken, Crush.
Filed under things I’m thinking about this morning to get me through the day.
“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets." – Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore.
Sweetheart spent some time with two boys today. They were a little mean.
Um, they were lots mean.
Sweetheart is always trying to be a little helping hand around the house. Bless her heart.
Sweetheart should’ve learned by now. There was no such thing as privacy.
And sometimes I am reticent and confused.
“Daddy? Can you come pick me up?”
What do I have to do to get a pretty girl to come here and bite my sweet spot?